Summer’s coming. I know it by the tell-tale increase in temperature, here in Houston, from the low 90s to the mid 90s. Summer, you see, makes me think of ice cream. There’s little better than sitting on a front porch, legs dangling, barefoot, swirling your tongue around a disappearing tower of goodness.
Half the fun of eating ice cream is trying to finish it before it melts. I have a strategy. Let’s take a cone of my favorite, cool mint chocolate chip. I will lick all around the outside, slowly narrowing the sides of the ice cream back until none hangs over the cone’s edge. Then, I begin making trenches around the rim of the cone. Finally, wholesale eating commences.
I firmly believe Satan has a similar strategy for our lives. Trials = licks. Tribulations = licks. Belittling licks. Demeaning licks. Taunting licks. Tempting licks. Angry licks. Envious licks. Deceitful licks. Demoralizing licks, lick, lick, lick away at our good character. He makes headway with quick little licks, then starts making trenches. Finally, we’re so far separated from the boundary of the cone, he can just lap us up.
Growing up, my pastor used to say “Don’t let the Devil lick the sweet off your candy.” I’m going to go ahead and say, Don’t let him lick the sweet off your ice cream.
For I am sure that neither death nor life, nor angels nor rulers, nor things present nor things to come, nor powers, nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord. – Romans 8:38-39
I’m not letting the author of confusion have any part of me.
What’s your favorite flavor of ice cream? What homemade axioms help you when the going gets rough?